Under a Los Angeles heat lamp,
turn the Earth into a convenience store,
treadmills full of cars and parking lots:
the freeway never stops.
Don't you know it was an emergency?
To burn the food to keep the scarcity?
They put a bullet in his head, in his head for me.
that's how freedom looks to me.
I know, I know,
The sun will never set,
I got a lot of lightbulbs.
I know, I know,
desire on the walls,
it drags us to the floor and out the door.